1 I, for instance, was triumphant over everyone; everyone, of course, was in dust and ashes, and was forced spontaneously to recognise my superiority, and I forgave them all.
2 The soldiers, swinging their arms and keeping time spontaneously, marched with long steps.
3 His words and actions flowed from him as evenly, inevitably, and spontaneously as fragrance exhales from a flower.
4 But then, as Herbert changed the bandages, more by the light of the fire than by the outer light, he went back to it spontaneously.
5 The words rose to her lips spontaneously.
6 I felt a mighty power fly along my arm; and it was without surprise that I saw the monster cower back before a similar movement made spontaneously by each one of us.
7 Jean Valjean had continued this practice; he had come to converse well; he possessed the secret riches and the eloquence of a true and humble mind which has spontaneously cultivated itself.
Les Misérables 4 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IV—CHANGE OF GATE 8 The "amens" and "dat's de truf" that come spontaneously from the coloured individuals are calculated to spur any speaker on to his best efforts.
Up From Slavery: An Autobiography By Booker T. WashingtonContext Highlight In Chapter XV. 9 On the contrary, he was burningly, poignantly grateful for a piece of natural, spontaneous kindness: almost to tears.
10 Because I infinitely prefer the spontaneous spite to the concocted sugaries; now they are poison; when I begin saying what a fine fellow Clifford is, etc.
11 Anything more unlike song, spontaneous song, would be impossible to imagine: a strange bawling yell that followed the outlines of a tune.
12 It was producing a new race of mankind, over-conscious in the money and social and political side, on the spontaneous, intuitive side dead, but dead.
13 It seems, on the contrary, to have been a perfectly spontaneous, untaught feeling on his side, and this surprises me.
14 It indicates a spontaneous, Promethean rebelliousness against that fiat that this recurrent season shall bring foul times, cold darkness, misery and death.
Return of the Native By Thomas HardyContext Highlight In BOOK 1: 3 The Custom of the Country 15 Lestrade and I sat silent for a moment, and then, with a spontaneous impulse, we both broke at clapping, as at the well-wrought crisis of a play.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In VIII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE SIX NAPOLEONS